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When he straightened, looking down at Madelaine, he could barely breathe because of her beauty. She was lushly curved in all the right places. Her full, beautiful breasts, slim waist, and flared hips beckoned him to touch and explore their glory.

“Paulo?” she asked softly, pushing up onto her elbows.

That was all that he needed to hear. He stripped off his clothes, then joined her on the bed, pulling her close as he kissed her until he heard those sexy whimpers. Damn, the way her fingers moved through his hair made his head spin, his brain cells exploding as her fingers dug into his hair, pulling and tugging, then sliding down to stroke the back of his neck. He was losing control and he loved every moment of it.

He pinned her hands onto the mattress as he kissed her until she was squirming with urgent desire. Days ago, he’d cursed her for wiggling in that damn skort. But now, every time she moved, she pressed against his aching erection.

Tearing his mouth away from hers, he made his way along her neck, searching for, and finding, a spot right under her ear that made her gasp with pleasure. Grinning with triumph, he moved lower, his hands kneading her breasts, his thumbs teasing the tips until his mouth captured one. She cried out, arching her back as he sucked on a nipple, pulling her body against his, draping her leg over his hips as he continued to torment her. He rolled her slightly, intoxicated by the way her soft skin felt against his.

“Madelaine,” he groaned, still holding her breasts in his hands, his thumbs tormenting her nipples as his mouth moved lower, and lower still. He had to taste her. He’d imagined her like this so many times, he needed to know.

Spreading her legs wider, he pressed a hand against her stomach. “No wiggling,” he ordered, then nearly laughed out loud when she immediately tried to wiggle. Damn, she was so cute.

He pressed her legs wider and paused for a beat, admiring the beautiful picture she made. His mouth captured that nub, his tongue flicking the sensitive nerves. She gasped, her hands diving into his hair. With one finger, he stroked her pink, glistening folds, exploring, learning what made her wiggle and what caused her to gasp. When she lifted her head to glare at him, he grinned triumphantly. “Impatient?”

She started to protest, fisting his hair in her hands to pull him closer. He understood and lowered his head again, teasing, licking, flicking his tongue against that aching bundle of nerves. One finger slid inside, feeling her muscles clench tightly. He nearly gave in right then and there, but the desire to feel her climax on his tongue was too much. He wanted that, for himself as well as for her. This was their first time together and, judging by the way she looked right now, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the last!

With his tongue hard at work and his fingers thrusting into her, he finally sucked, pulling and teasing until he heard her cry out, her body clenching around his finger as he felt her first climax. And yeah, it wasn’t going to be the last. Not by a long shot. Even as he reached for a condom in his bedside table, Paulo thought of other ways he could pleasure Madelaine. But right now, he watched her breathing heavily, her body replete as he rolled protection down over his shaft.

Coming back to her, he pulled her against his body, kissing her lips, her neck, one hand cupping her breasts again while he rested his weight on one arm. He knew the exact moment that she came back to him because Madelaine moaned in protest. He pinched her nipple and she gasped, arching into the feeling while her legs tightened around his hips.

Paulo shifted again, positioning himself right at her opening. He grabbed her hands, pulling them away from his hair and pinning them against the bed on either side of her head.

“Say my name,” he ordered, sliding just the tip into her heat before pulling out again.

“Paulo,” she whispered, biting her lip as she whimpered, rolling her hips as she tried to pull him in deeper.

“Again,” he ordered, giving her another inch, before pulling away again.

“Paulo!” she said, louder this time.

For some reason, hearing his name on her lips struck a chord deep inside him. He thrust all the way into her, then paused, giving both of them time to enjoy their intimate connection. She sighed, arching her back, lifting her hips encouragingly.

That was all it took. He began to thrust in earnest, watching the expressions on her beautiful features. She bit her lip, staring up at him as if daring him to thrust harder. He did, shifting his angle a little at a time until he felt her shudder. He knew then he was hitting that nub. Over and over again, he thrust into her, holding back his own pleasure until…he felt her body shudder around his shaft moments before he heard her gasp. There was no shouting this time. It was just beautiful silence as her body shuddered, her inner muscles clenching around his shaft, pulling him as deeply as she could.

Those spasms shattered his control. He thrust into her harder, faster, holding onto her as he prayed that he didn’t hurt her. Pleasure took him over, his own orgasm overwhelming him as he felt her wrap her arms around his neck again, holding him safe against the flood of blissful satisfaction.

Chapter 21

Madelaine stared blankly at the wall, too stunned to speak. She had no idea how much time had passed since…! Well, since that. Since Paulo had wrung not one, but two shattering orgasms out of her. She’d had sex before, sure, but nothing even remotely like this. Now, she finally understood what people meant when they said “mind-blowing.”

His fingers trailed lazily along her arm, grounding her and unraveling her at the same time. Her back rested against his chest, her bottom tucked snugly against his groin. The man had done things to her body that seemed normal in theory. But in practice? They were anything but. They were devastating. Addictive. He was devastating.

“What’s going through your head?” His voice was low and rough as he shifted to peer at her over her shoulder.

She turned her face slightly, but couldn’t meet his eyes. She wasn’t ready. Not when she was still trying to process everything she’d just felt, everything she’d just given. She’d whimpered, for heaven’s sake. She’d made sounds that didn’t even seem human.

“Madelaine?” he pressed, leaning closer, his teeth grazing her earlobe. She gasped, instinctively trying to pull away, but his arms held her steady. And the truth was, she didn’t really want to leave. Not when it felt so good to be held.

They weren’t joined anymore, but the connection lingered. It felt fragile, like a spell she didn’t want to break by speaking. Words could ruin it. He might say something sharp, something arrogant, something that would force her to pull back when all she wanted was to roll over and start again. Even now, her body ached with the need to climb on top of him and…!

Good grief! Ride him until she shattered again. The thought was crude. Shocking. But everything about this, everything they’d done, had felt so gloriously right.

“Madelaine,” he teased, his voice gentle, amusement flickering through the sound.

She caught his wrist, halting his wandering hand. She knew exactly where that hand was going, and right now she needed a moment to breathe.

“I’m not really thinking,” she lied.